It seems like this will become a regular series in my already series-overloaded blog. The girl I could never write in my poetry finally arrived and now that she is here I cannot stop photographing her. My creative writing has slowed down due to my research and writing of my Ph.D., but through these photographs and blog posts, I can actually write some creative work. It also gives me the opportunity to get my mind away from my studies. I hope you also enjoy these photographs and musings.
In this post, we added some fun photographs, of leaves falling from the sky, flowers growing from shoes and ice cream cones, and the usual flower photographs. As usual, I conclude the post with my musings about the photographs, this week focusing on the strange inability to capture a moment in time that keeps on avoiding you. A rather philosophical topic. Without further ado, enjoy the photographs.
It is like a dream in which you cannot reach a certain point, or in reaching said point, you wake up. It is like finally arriving at a destination only to wake up beginning all over again. Avoidance. A moment in time that does not want to be grasped. Like grasping at clouds only to get your hand wet but the cloud is gone.
Writing a poem is the same. In writing the words, one is grasping at the cloud of a faraway dream, at times better than now.
For years I repeated the phrase: a girl I could never write.
For years I did not want to get lured into the trap of my own imagination. Being alone was the only solution to the problem. My poetry reflected the situation. The words constructed a fantasy reality, yet they did not conform to my reality.
But now, things have changed and a moment in time is captured that my words never could describe.
As the images are all in a style of avoiding creating her identity, it symbolizes the same avoidance of being written. That is, the images reproduce the feeling of not grasping, of waking up after a dream in which you finally arrived, the avoidance of capturing something you really want. Yet, it also gives something in return, even if only a momentary taste of what is to come.
The girl I could never write is still only a vague idea because reality is always far better than words on a screen. Unfolding avoidance, a grasping at flowers in the air, a surreal dream that builds in tension but resolves in a cataclysm of disappointment, poetic words that merely touch the richness of infinite emotions... Something in that line.
Alas. The flowers are long dead and the sugar cone has gone soft. Once crispy, now only a reminder of what could be. Drifting into the vast ocean of being, who am I can never be answered without reference to the other.
I hope you enjoyed the musings and photographs. All of the photographs were taken with my Nikon D300 and 50mm or 300mm lens. The musings are my own. Happy photographing and stay safe.
